I still feel like

by jemfinch

crying. Sometimes. Because of last Saturday’s scare.

 

I was comforted by little things.

 

I hugged my buddy tighter than usual when I finally saw him that day.

I called Tel just so I can talk about how panicked I was.

 

And still I cried that night and the next morning.

And still I feel like crying now.

 

Irrational fear, maybe. From almost blacking out again. From losing my sight and hearing for a while. From not knowing what to do, who to call, if anyone was going to help me.

I’m still scared.

I’m still scared.

 

I try to talk about it lightly.

But I’m still scared.

 

And now there’s the Anemia scare.

It might mean repeats of Saturday’s ordeal.

I’m still scared.

I’m still scared.

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